I was a Quack, and there are men who say That in my time I physicked men away, And that at length I by myself was slain, By my own doings ta'en to relieve my pain. The truth is, being troubled with a cough, I, like a fool, consulted Dr. Gough, Who physicked to death at his own will, Because he's licensed by the State to kill. Had I but wisely taken my own physic I never should have died of cold and 'tisick. So all be warned, and when you catch a cold Go to my son, by whom my medicine's sold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WHEN LET BY RAIN by EDWARD TAYLOR COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 9 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ON THE DEATH OF ALEXANDER, EMPEROR OF THE RUSSIAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |